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Originally Posted by Pnt1968
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Fast forward 30 years or so and I was trying to analyze why I do some of the things I do sexually. And I hadn't thought about those pictures for decades and suddenly I remembered them. I remembered the uneasy feeling that I had when I looked at them, and I remembered exactly what they looked like in the pictures. A lot of things started to make more sense to me. I had already figured out before why I liked women with dark full bushes. But I had never figured out why I was turned on by guys' cocks, particularly big ones, and constantly comparing men/women with others.
I remembered the look on my mom's face looking at my dad's big dick and I wondered if she compared me to him. She had seen me in the shower all the time, even when I was home from college. I'm positive that she would never cheat on my dad, so I would have been the only other man that she had seen naked in 25 years. After remembering all of these things and kind of thinking through them in my head, I fixated on what she thought about me (if anything) and if she ever compared me to him.
Last fall I had an opportunity to take it farther than before. My parents bought a vacation home in Florida and since school was already in session, I went down for a week by myself to help them out while everyone else stayed home.
It was the first time I spent any significant time with them since I moved out after college. I thought about a lot of things -- my mom comparing me to my dad, the fact that I'm the same age now as they were when I moved away and they were still as open as they were when I was in grade school. I kept going back what she thought about me and whether she compared me to him though.
So I devised a plan to have her see my cock, because it had been so long and the memories faded and I wanted to make sure it was real. If my dad saw my cock, that would have been OK too but probably less of a big deal. I always left my bedroom door open when I was changing or getting ready for bed and I was naked a lot of time or pretending to get undressed, but no one ever walked past my door. I'd always be super turned on when I was showering and would open the bathroom door and walk naked from the bathroom to my bedroom, and STILL nothing. No one was ever around when I did it.
So finally the last day I'm there, I'm like, "It's now or never." So I finish my shower and I'm totally naked not even covered with a towel and I open the bathroom door. And I see her just walking into her bedroom, like if I opened the door 2 seconds earlier she would have been right in front of me. Great luck so far. But I knew she was in her bedroom so I just left the door open and started to pretend to get ready and then actually get ready. I towel dried my hair for a long time, just standing there completely naked. Then I shaved, looking in the mirror at my face but my cock totally out. This whole time no one ever walks by. Finally, I'm brushing my teeth, just standing there turned on as fuck but not hard and she comes out of the bathroom and walks by and sees me. I saw her look at my cock and then she just kept walking to the kitchen. I acted as if it were no big deal and it was like I was home when I was a teen and seeing/being seen was just the way that it was.
They drove me to the airport shortly after that and nothing was ever said or brought up since. The entire plane ride home though, I kept thinking about her seeing my dick and wondering what she thought about me and what she thought about my dad's big dick.